Flowers in winter

To all our friends North or West, under feet of snow, pouring rain or sleet, a few flowers for the winter. (Hibiscus ๐ŸŒบ ) (There even is an emoji…) (Scary ain’t it? The Mac detects the typed word and suggests an emoji. All the while sending a copy of all I/we write to head-office. Theirs. Not mine. Cupertino.)

Just realized I had posted this flower twice. I try not to do that. But it’s all right, isn’t it?

“What’s in a name? That which we call a rose,

By any other name would smell as sweet…” (Juliet in Romeo & Juliet)

Copa de oro. (Gold cup, but no football here, mate). Allamanda cathartica… (Always wanted to put the Latin names…) Comes from Brazil. A very big and heavy flower. Lasts but a day or two.

Confiturillas. (Small jams?) (Lantana camara) Called Lantanier in French, it is originally from the Caribbeans and Central America. I remember them in the garden of the magic house by the African sea. Far, far away. In space and time. Increasingly. (Did I just write an adverb? Tsk.)

Azaleas. Just learnt it belongs to the rhododendron family. I always thought rhododendrons were flowers that grew in Tibet on the slopes of the Himalaya. (See Tintin in Tibet)

“Mignonne, allons voir si la rose

“Qui ce matin avait desclose…”

(Pretty one, let’s see whether the rose

That this morn’ had bloomed…)

(One of the oldest poems in “modern” French by Pierre de Ronsard, 1550. Yesterday.)

Daylight hibiscus. The daylight hibiscus is bolder than its cousin, the night hibiscus displayed above. Properly tamed, it can eat in your hand.

No idea what this is. (I only just downloaded the flower and plant identification app: “iNaturalist”. Quite good an App actually.) I did see those flowers in West Africa too.

White azaleas. ๐ŸŒธ Hey! They have an emoji too… (Pink?)

Red hibiscus. This species must be handled with care. Some individuals can be fairly aggressive. Never look at them in the eye.

Not a tennis ball. (Ask “Novax Djokovid”)

Just another gold cup blooming.

Thank you for strolling in Equinoxio’s gardens. All pictures taken in Cuernavaca, Mexico, December-January.

Some experts claim that flowers migrate to the South during winter and will fly back North around March-April. They will return. Hang in tight. ๐Ÿ’

98 thoughts on “Flowers in winter

  1. Thanks for sending some warmth my way, Brian. Although, I really canโ€™t complain in here in SoCal. Gorgeous blooms. Hope all is well with you- wishing you much happiness in the new year. ๐Ÿ˜ƒ

  2. Beautiful and hilarious. I was warned by an Australian blogger than lantanas are poisonous. I wonder if I must warn mom, she loves them and has them all over. And this? โ€œNovax Djokovidโ€ First time I see it. Spot on.

    • I seem to remember way back in Africa my mother telling us kids to be careful with those flowers. (I can still visualize the exact spot where they were in the house…) One learns in Africa to leave things alone. Plants, animals, etc.
      Novax Djocovid is not “mine. I read it in a French paper. I found it fitting… ๐Ÿคฃ

  3. Nice. Not your usual fare. Lanterna is considered an invasive species here and a bit of a weed.
    I tend to remove it toot sweet if I come across it while tramping in the garden.

    I once wrote a small fantasy novel and I remember reading (damned if I can recall the name of the author ) that one of the first editing jobs one should undertake was to go through the MS and remove every adverb!
    I didn’t manage to get rid of ail of them, but sound advice. nevertheless.

    I think your unknown flower (Photo 8) is a Periwinkle. (Don’t quote me!) We have a few along our driveway.

    • It’s good to change from time to time, isn’t it? ๐Ÿ˜‰
      Clemenceau had a paper (who incidentally published Zola’s “j’accuse” on the Dreyfus scandal. He was quoted to tell a new journalist as such: “young man – not many women then – you will write in my paper. I want simple, precise sentences. Subject, verb, complement. That’s it. Be wary of adjectives. Adjectives are subjective. And if you are thinking of writing an adverb, call me!”
      Since I wrote a lot in Market research, I applied that all the way.
      (Did you publish your fantasy novel?)
      lanterna, as I recall in West Africa is very invasive… And lots of barbs and spikes.
      Now periwinkle, I’d forgotten that’s how you guys call our pervenche… It may well be. I will try to snap a shot tomorrow…
      Pretty flowers. Cheers Mate.

      • He was? OMG. So you were more than mere E-acquaintances… I do miss him and his wit terribly. Have you heard about his family? He was so close to his granddaughters. They must be devastated.

      • We were never off line friends,though I considered him a friend during the time we knew each other.
        Les lived in Durban . You know l’m up in Johannesburg,yes?
        P’kaboo is a small publisher but the owner/publisher lost her husband during an armed house intrusion. She left South Africa soon after and relocated with her children to Ireland. Things have been somewhat in the back burner since.

      • I remember he lived in Durban. And you’re in J’burg. (one of my cousins used to live there). Les had a house by the sea, then moved. I liked his wit.
        The publisher lost her husband that way? God! SA sounds like Mexico or worse. Two Canadian tourists just got killed in Yucatan. One feels like one is dodging the bullets all the time.
        Friends of ours here, long time friends were assaulted in their house. Tied up all night. The husband and his son were beaten up. The invaders threatened to rape the daughter. She was about 20 then. Fortunately they didn’t. Still a bitter experience.
        Take care of yourself Mate.

  4. I sincerely doubt many of your flowers will migrate north – they’d have to be crazy to!
    I have azaleas. I do love hibiscus (those we must bring in when the cold hits. Roses are always a pleasure, aren’t they?
    Merci, Brieuc! Such a lovely post.

  5. What a beautiful collection of flowers, my friend! Given that it’s been at or below freezing here for a couple of weeks, though only a few inches of snow, I definitely loved seeing all these bloomin’ colours! I cannot pick a favourite, for they are all beautiful and have lifted my spirits a bit. Thank you, Brian! ๐ŸŒผ๐ŸŒน๐ŸŒป๐ŸŒบ๐ŸŒท

    • Hi Jill. You are one of the inspirations for these flowers. I know how cold and grey winter can be.
      (And glad it lifted your spirits…) Been wondering about your health. Hopping to your blog.

      • Awwww … you remembered! Thank you, dear friend! As re my health, I am doing better, but far from ‘back to normal’, whatever that is. I no longer pass out every time I stand up, and have even managed to cook a few simple meals, vacuum the carpet, and clean the bathroom, but not all on the same day! ๐Ÿ˜‰ I’m impatient at the slowness of my progress, but it is progress. Thank you for caring, Brian, and thank you for the flowers!

      • I did. ๐Ÿ˜‰
        Progress is slow, but needs to be steady. It doesn’t matter if it takes you a week to do what you did on a single day, what matters is that you do it. Constantly. Have the doctors prescribed some sort of mild exercise yet?

      • You’re a good man!

        Yes, it is slow and I am not known for being a very patient person, but I’m trying. No, so far the doctor’s first choice is for me to have the Cardioversion and see what that will accomplish, but every time they try, there is a problem with either my potassium or iron levels, so it hasn’t been done yet. I’m doing some exercise on my own, even if only climbing the 15 steps to the bedroom a couple of times a day, but also a bit of cleaning and cooking a couple of nights a week. I’m not comfortable walking around the block or to the dumpster at the end of the street just yet, though, for I still have frequent dizzy spells.

      • Well, patience is hard to muster sometimes. Heed your doctor’s words and see how it goes. Do what you feel you can do. And effectively if you have dizzy spells it may be too early to walk around the block. Time and measure will get you around.

  6. Such beautiful and colourful flowers – we don’t get to see them in Ireland during the winter as the landscape is dreary and barren. Thanks for sharing and have a good day ๐Ÿ™‚ Aiva xx

    • Winter in Ireland is a tad cold to my taste. I remember freezing in Dublin visiting an old friend centuries ago. PLus the Irish don’t seem to heat their homes that much.
      Take care Aiva.

  7. Nature is good there I see. People have a bad nature though… ๐Ÿ˜€

    Thank you for the colored beauties. There’s green grass in my garden now but no flowers. If it weren’t for the low temperatures at night winter would be a thing of the past here.

  8. Oh! This is gorgeous dear Brian. The flowers are beautiful and the narrative as well. We have so many variations of Hibiscus here and since we hardly have what one would call a winter they are in full bloom. Thank you for this uplifting post. Take care my friend ๐ŸŒบ

    • Ouiiii. J’imagine. Je pensais ร  toi dans ton “grand Nord…” les routes sont ouvertes au moins?
      J’ai vu ton post. Pas encore ouvert… J’aime prendre mon temps pour le lire.
      Couvre-toi bien… Biz

  9. Beautiful scenes, and it gives us all a reason to come to visit you from December through January so we can all stroll in and around the garden of Equinoxio ~ Cuernavaca, Mexico looks to be an oasis in the grey, cold, and western lands up north ๐Ÿ™‚ Cheers to the springtime right around the corner!

  10. Lovely selection. Just what I needed this morning, huddling under an afghan with nothing but snow and drab tree trunks and pavement outside the window. The flower you don’t recognize is a vinca. Or at least that’s what we call them. They’re one of my husband’s favorites.

    I love roses. My father always maintained a large rose garden. He enjoyed bringing fresh bouquets to friends and family members. The best scent in the world. Thanks for the snippet by Ronsard.

    • Glad the flowers helped crawl out of bed. ๐Ÿ˜‰
      Vinca? Your husband is a man of taste. I was told it is also called a perriwinkle. i.e. pervenche. (Same word with modifications if you’ll notice). The pervenches was also the name given to the first meter maids in Paris… (Lovely Rita…), because it was the colour of their uniforms.
      Gardening is a lot of work. Those who do it well enjoy it. Your father must have.
      And of course, Ronsard was a must with roses…
      Au revoir.

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